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featuring Beanie Siegal Lil' Kim Nas Joe Hooker Nas: Yo Yo Puffy: Gansta Gansta Nas: Gansta Yo Puffy: That's Right Nas: Journey Through the life of some real niggas Puffy: Some real niggas You'll never see what I've seen Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches dead niggas ghost Feds with toast knockin my door down Sweat poor down my body roast from the heat So I soak my sheets, wake up shiverin' Pull my hoe close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy, since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends are cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminise how I missin starin' in space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, One hundred and ten shots can stop spirits If niggas try to rob me, then I won't hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks, I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy Success, thousand dollar bottles impress Models with fat ass and big breats Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets Millionaire heir to Antigua With Ananda, the MTV diva Nas how do we survive all this mess? East vs. West, this rap game Where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Thug tip from Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids Write about the black experience, sell it to Marimax Tell me if you feelin' that Chorus- Lil' Kim & Joe Hooker Take a journey through the life of these real niggas The things that they seen it would thrill niggas If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time you realized that it's goin' down You would find yourself going underground When we see that this life is upon us We would see that there is no one that we can trust Beanie Sigel: You can never see what I see motherfucker Beanie Sigel the realest nigga from the streets was taught Stay cased up, nigga stay deep in court Reminisin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, cause the meat was pork Ya'll niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it Streached up in hospital beds, phat fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the h Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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